Solitary Succulence
After rain
crushed sprouts from
thinned beds
still smell like
cantaloupe.
In a Garden on C Street
Crushed sprouts
from a thinned bed
smell like cantaloupe.
But pansies
clear away tears
cutting through snow
like sunlight
through a prism.
Mostly, though,
pansies help me sleep
on long nights
broken
by train whistles.
Out my window,
I still see them
rising toward the moon.
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